Actually, if I had to make a choice, I’d rather go Galt. Andy Dick. Do NOT want.

but were too afraid to appear on her show because of those swarthy ‘n’ menacing “Obama thugs,”

Ah yes. The Silent Majority that’s really really big so we’d better just do what they say even though they’re too chicken shit to appear before a camera. Christ, next they’ll be threatening to set their giant invisible rabbits on us.

I would never be able to appreciate it because I would die of happiness if these assholes ‘Went Galt’.

I can’t think of anything that does not involve orgasms or delicious food would make me happier.

In fact, my personal version of Heaven involves the entire Republican party ‘Going Galt’.

In fact, my personal version of Heaven involves the entire Republican party ‘Going Galt’.

Mine too.  I just love the way they’re all threatening that.  And I’m sure they’ve all got huge 401(k)‘s or something to live off of once they withdraw their incredibly valuable services from the market.  Since there will be stampedes of people behind them to take over their jobs (people who actually need jobs right now) they’ll be outa luck when they realize “going Galt” isn’t working so well.

I’ll share a comment I left at DailyKos on a thread about going Galt:

The thought process behind the Randian PaulTard Go Galt movement is identical to that of the socially inept adolescent who fantasizes about running away and/or committing suicide as a way to punish Mommy for not loving them enough.

Umm, news flash, Bitsy:  If Mommy really doesn’t love you, then she will not only not feel bad when you leave, she’ll actually feel relieved not to have to look at your angry pimply face and listen to your tantrums anymore…

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Oh, and someone there introduced me to a little comic strip featuring Bob, the Angry Flower in a sequel to Atlas Shrugged:

That was me Allan.  Hey, fancy seeing you here.

I’ll just repeat what I said there…I hope these idiots do retreat off to Gault’s Gulch, because I’ll be more than happy to lap up all the business they’re leaving behind.

I keep swearing to myself that I’m not going to getting started on Ayn Rand worshippers. You guys are making it very difficult for me, though.

I suspect 99.9% of the people yammering about “going Galt” are Wal-Mart greeters and Amway sales reps anyway. I can get my own shopping cart, thankyouverymuch.

PS: That Bob the Angry Flower cartoons is funny shit.

In fact, my personal version of Heaven involves the entire Republican party ‘Going Galt’.

Same here. Sadly, we know the blogorrheans and the rest of the silent (but deadly) majority will Go Galt the same way they’ve been fighting the war on terror. You know, in that special wingnutty way that involves no personal inconvenience or exposure to danger (choking on a hastily chomped cheeto does not count). Just whining. Lots and lots of whining.

We’ll have to settle for watching the smack-fests over who will be the Galtiest one of all once they do start Galting.

We’ll have to settle for watching the smack-fests over who will be the Galtiest one of all once they do start Galting.

I like it!  They can make it a game show:  “Who Wants to Be John Galt?” hosted by Regis Philbin.

All this time wasted reading Atlas Shrugged. They should spend it on some decent literature, such as The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy:

Golgafrincham is a red semi-desert planet that is home of the Great Circling Poets of Arium and a species of particularly inspiring lichen.

Its people decided it was time to rid themselves of an entire useless third of their population, and so the descendants of the Circling Poets concocted a story that their planet would shortly be destroyed in a great catastrophe. (It was apparently under threat from a “mutant star goat”).

The useless third of the population (consisting of hairdressers, tired TV producers*, insurance salesmen, personnel officers, security guards, management consultants, telephone sanitizers and the like) were packed into the B-Ark, one of three giant Ark spaceships, and told that everyone else would follow shortly in the other two.

The other two thirds of the population, of course, did not follow and “led full, rich and happy lives until they were all suddenly wiped out by a virulent disease contracted from a dirty telephone”.

I mean, it’s got everything, including a mutant star goat (easy casting).

We can argue about the precise professions that should make up this “vanguard.” For obvious reasons, I’d want to hang on to telephone sanitizers, and probably hairdressers.

Any engineering consultants, web designers, and college students that would rather stay behind with the rest of us can always fib on the forms.

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I keep swearing to myself that I’m not going to getting started on Ayn Rand worshippers. You guys are making it very difficult for me, though.

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Read your brief outbreak and have little to add, except that I find Rand’s ability with imagery to be in fine working order. It’s the didacticism in combination with her shit-for-brains philosophical outlook that I find so appalling. And then there are her fans, each and every one of whom believes him or herself to be the living incarnation of one of Rand’s “genius” characters.

I’ve never met an objectivist who could actually think for himself.

My idea of hell on earth? An objectivist dating service, of course!

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I’m all for wingers going Galt, I’ll give them all a box of ammo for a going away present, and a copy of ‘How to Serve Man’

I’m all for wingers going Galt

So am I. Objectivists don’t know and can’t do shit. It’ll be like an island filled with George W. Bushes. My idea is send in a few busloads of Church Of The Subgenius members to kick their asses and make their lives even worse.

Can you imagine Reverend Stang preaching to a church filled with Ayn Rand zombies?

Andy Dick was my first scene partner in theater school. Honest. And between him and a Randian, I’d choose Andy hands down.